When Once We Were Friends
There are no faces quite like yours or
Voices that sound in a simular pitch
There is no one who needed me in quite the same way
There are no more memories to define our day.
But...
Life carries on while my heart saves the past
In an open ended box that sits still and alone
In the attic of my soul, waiting to come alive
And savor a few moments to roam.
Perhaps it's a cold day in december
And I may need to remember...
A warm place that I once found joy
Or a significant reason for what once was
But is now no more...
And a smile dances with a moment of pleasure
While visiting you in thought
As I open this box full of memories
That can not be taken or ever be bought.
By: Barbara Allsebrook
... instead of a Rock song - for
Deadman
Roger